Date: Tue, 27 Nov 2012 10:03:11 -0500
From: James Wilton
Subject: Crown Prince
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The Crown Prince
James Wilton
Chapter One - The Young King
I was born the eldest son of the king of a small European kingdom
in the days when the king's word was the law of the land.
At the age of twelve, I lost my father in a hunting accident. My
uncle was appointed my regent until I turned eighteen and could take over
the throne myself. My uncle and I had always gotten on well and he also
realized that his future was ultimately in my hands. That was the kind of
knowledge that got me nearly anything I asked for.
My sexual awakening began about a year before my father's death. I
discovered masturbation all by myself. My sexual fantasies were all of
men. Living in the palace, we were surrounded by lots of handsome,
muscular, masculine guards. These men became my main sexual images. Even
though they were modestly dressed, I pictured them in the nude.
As crown prince, I was carefully guarded but once I became the
king, I had personal body guards around me all the time. One, Karl, was
the officer in charge of this regiment. He was huge and very muscular. He
was younger than my uncle so I figured that he was about thirty years old.
The other guards were probably in their twenties.
Being heir to the throne, I was truly a brat. I learned early on
that I could get almost anything I wanted. Anyone who dared say no to me
knew that he had to face a vicious tantrum. As a result, I learned to
manipulate everyone around me. Also, I was tended by nurses and then
valets my whole life. I was bathed and dressed by servants. As a result,
I had no sense of modesty. If I popped an erection while being bathed, so
be it. The servant simply worked around it and nothing was said.
This lack of modesty carried into my masturbation. If there had to
be guards around me, I was not going to abstain. At first, I waited until
the lights were extinguished but then I could no longer see the guard who
was always in my room. So, I started to jack myself before I blew out my
reading candles so that I could look at the hot man standing by my door.
Obviously, these men saw what was going on. Wanting to please their boss,
they began to pose for me. Soon, they were rubbing their crotches and
licking their lips. My orgasms came more and more quickly. I was loving
it.
One evening, when Karl was on duty, I lay back and started beating
off while looking at him. Like his underlings, he seemed to enjoy doing a
dirty dance for me. I watched him massage his penis through his pants. It
got me excited but I figure there were more treats to be had. So, I
signaled him to come over to the side of my bed. He stood there, rubbing
himself within my reach. But, his hands were reaching up from the bottom
of his jacket and I could not see what he was rubbing. Without my saying
anything, Karl grabbed the bottoms of the two flaps of his jacket and
tucked them into his belt. I figured later that this was how the guards
got the jacket out of the way when they pissed. What it did was expose the
front of his pants and I could see the outline of an erection jutting
across his upper thigh. The man put his hands on his hips and thrust his
hips forward, inviting me to touch this mound. I looked up into his eyes
and saw a look of lust and suggestion.
For the first time in my life, I reached out and touched another
man sexually. His tube was warm and hard. As I ran my hand along it, I
could feel it throb and stiffen. Karl let out a slight moan of pleasure as
I touched his manhood. Even though I had stopped servicing myself, this
contact was so arousing that I found myself squirting onto my bedclothes
without even touching my cock. I fell back onto my pillow in ecstatic
exhaustion. Karl looked down at me with a fatherly smile, winked,
rearranged his jacket, and returned to his post by the door.
The next night, as I began masturbating, the guard on duty made eye
contact with me and walked to my bed without my indicating anything. It
was then that I realized that Karl and his men were sharing their
experiences and agreeing on how to please my growing sexual desires. This
younger man did just as Karl had and I had another crotch just in front of
me. As I felt his tool, I realized that it was thinner but longer than
Karl's.
My curiosity and the fact that it was a repeat performance kept me
from shooting so quickly. I ran my palm all along its length and felt the
head at one end and the sac of balls at the other. As I worked my way from
one end to the other, I felt him leaning into me to heighten the pressure.
After a few strokes, I felt a damp spot at the tip of his column. I was
exciting this guard enough to make him ooze precum. This was the point in
my second tactile session that I reached down and made myself shoot in a
very few strokes. I lay back on my pillow and watched this incredibly
masculine man rearrange his uniform and return to his post. I fell asleep
staring at my latest plaything.
The next evening was the first time that one of the guards actually
touched me. As I was rubbing his erection through the fabric of his pants,
he put his big hand over mine and put on more pressure. The look of
pleasure on his face and the feel of his strong hand on mine was a new turn
on.
After a few more of these sessions, I was ready for more. The
guards' pants had a flap over their crotches. There were buttons up each
side and across the top. As the current guard tucked in his jacket, I told
him to open that flap. After undoing all the fastenings, he let it drop.
The pants stayed up because a waist band was still closed. Unfortunately,
these men wore long shirts instead of underwear. I could see his hard on
tenting out the fabric but I could not see the cock and balls. With a bit
of tugging, his equipment came into view.
This was the first erection I saw in the flesh. It was thicker and
longer than mine. Otherwise, I had nothing to compare it to. The head
just barely showed out of the foreskin. It had a slight upwards curve and
jutted up at about a 45 degree angle. The balls seemed huge and hung low in
their sac. The whole thing was surrounded by plenty of brown pubic hair.
As I stared at it, this beauty bobbed a few times and I watched the balls
withdraw up toward the dick base. I ran my index finger up the underside
from the base to the head. This made it jump even more and made its owner
gasp. Shortly, a drop of precum appeared at the piss slit and I watched it
slowly descend, leaving a long thread connected to the head. I took the
shaft into my palm and could barely close my hand around its girth. As I
did, I felt it pulse in my grasp. With one hand, I gently jacked my guard
as I jacked myself. Again, it did not take long to finish myself. As I
lay back, he adjusted his uniform and gave me a big, grateful smile. I
noted that he had trouble getting that stiffy back into his pants.
(As I grew older and thought back on these early sessions, I
realized that these virile young men didn't get to release their sexual
tension as I did. They had to remain on duty for hours without cumming. I
bet it was uncomfortable for more than one of them.)
The next night progressed the same way but this time, the guard had
only the buttons on the corner of his flap fastened and his shirt was
rolled up around his waist. Somebody was working to expedite my sessions.
As I reached for the stiff rod pointing right at me, it occurred to me that
I had not seen one of these men cum. Tonight was to be that time. After
lightly touching that stiff pole, making it jump, I grabbed the middle of
the shaft and began stroking. As I got into it, the guard began humping
into me to add to his pleasure. His face showed how much he was enjoying
this. His eyes rolled and his head nodded back. As he stiffened, he looked
down at me and spoke for the first time, warning that he was about to
shoot. Knowing that I wanted to feel this man's jizz on me, I nodded and
sped up my jacking. In very little time, I was rewarded with a blast of
semen on my chest. He kept shooting until my body was covered with puddles
of this wondrous juice. Gradually, the intensity decreased and the last
few shots dribbled over my hand. At this point, he reached for my wrist
and kept my hand away from this dick head. I remembered how sensitive I
got after cumming and backed off. After the moment it took him to
recapture his breath, the guard reached down onto the bed and took one of
the towels that the chambermaids had been leaving on my sheets. He wiped
his ejaculate off my chest but I interrupted him to put his hand on my
erection. For the first time in my life, I had someone jack me off. Being
both the first man I had made cum and the first to make me cum, I asked his
name. He told me he was called Jan. I had so enjoyed this evening that I
decided that I would include Jan on special occasions in the future.
The next increase in intensity of my sessions with my personal
guard detail came when I decided that I wanted a naked one to play with. I
requested Jan and that night told him my plan. To my surprise, he told my
that I would have to talk to Karl before he could indulge me. I figured
that I was pushing too hard and would have to get insistent so I rang for
the captain. For the first time since my sexual awakening, Karl and Jan
sat down with me to talk about my evening activities. The issue wasn't the
unwillingness of the men, it was my security. They had talked about how my
demands to date had allowed them to stay alert and ready to act if the need
arose. However, if they did more than just standing by my bed, the room
wasn't being properly guarded. So, the decision was made that I could only
engage in more intense activities if there was another guard in the room to
cover for my sex partner.
Well, imagine my joy at finding that I could only play with my
guards if I had another to act as an audience. It suited me fine. I told
Karl that I accepted his condition and wanted to begin on the spot. The
hunky, older officer was going to have to watch me in this new activity.
Chapter 2 - The Captain
I am Karl, captain of the king's personal guards. We are
responsible for the safety of the royal family. Until this year, it meant
the king; his only son, the crown prince; the king's brother; the queen;
and two young princesses. Female members are housed in a heavily guarded
and secure wing of the palace. The guards stay outside of their
apartments.
The men have a guard in their personal quarters all night long.
Over the years, we have been called on to offer sexual release to the men
when called on. In the past, the kings and princes have been married and
had female mistresses but our immediate presence has allowed the royal men
a quick option. Sexual encounters with wives or lovers is not spontaneous
in a palace, so a resident who finds himself in need could turn to us.
Because our job involves all-night duty, it was decided long ago
that we were to be a force of unmarried men. That attracted recruits who
might be more willing to engage in male-to-male sex than the general
population. Nonetheless, our whole squad were virile, masculine, fearless
fighters willing to defend our charges. Being around the royal family, it
was also import that the guards be good looking, too. Finally, a crew of
homosexually inclined soldiers tended to protect the female royals from
harassment.
With the recent death of the last king, my greatest responsibility
was his son,the young King Wilhem. This lad was twelve years old. Since
infancy, there had been no modesty in his life. He was always bathed and
dressed by nurses in our presence. As he approached puberty, his personal
attendants became valets rather than nurses. We could see the first hairs
appear in his crotch.
Wilhem stood five feet six inches tall but he was from a tall
family and would grow. His skin was very white, his eyes piercingly blue
and his hair black. His body was changing from the smoothness of childhood
and he was beginning to show muscular definition. Like any boy his age,
his sexual equipment was still small. His penis was short but thick with a
sizable foreskin. Its base had the very beginnings of a black bush with no
hair yet around his balls. The only other adult hair was a small patch in
each armpit. I suspected that he was going to be a very handsome man.
Recently, he began his sexual self-discovery. Everyday, we have a
staff meeting to discuss the events of the previous day and the young
king's sexual activity became a daily part of that report. We wanted to
anticipate his needs and be ready to assist. The guards began reporting
that he had started masturbating. Being comfortable with having us in his
room, Wilhem got his release with the candles still lit and encouraged his
guards to interact with him. He reached the point of having the men expose
themselves so he could masturbate them.
His next request caused a problem for us. We would have been
unable to properly guard the room if we were undressed and in bed with
Wilhem. So, I had a chat with him and told him that it would be necessary
to have a second guard in the room to be on duty while the first was in bed
with him. He was happy with that condition and immediately requested Jan
with me as the back up.
I watched Jan undress and present himself to the young king. Jan
is one of our most handsome guards and seems to have make a specially
connection with our young charge. The boy reached out and handled Jan's
erect penis and scrotum. He then stood up and ran his hand through the
light hair he found on Jan's chest and belly. This was all new to Wilhem
and I truly enjoyed watching his exploration.
Jan was in an awkward position. Precedence forbids us from
initiating anything with a royal but the boy had no experience to teach him
what to do with a sex partner. He had no brother, his father and uncle
were distant, and his tutors and valets had not broached the subject of
sex. So I watched as the new learner brought Jan to his bed and humped
against the man's leg while mercilessly beating his erection. Finally each
came and the session ended. It was then that I decided I needed to have
another chat with the boy.
The next day, I had my chance. I suggested that he might find
benefit in some sexual tutoring. I suggested that two of his guards might
engage in a demonstration for him. He jumped at the idea. When I asked
him which two he would like, I was pleased to hear that he wanted me and
Jan. I do not have recreational sex with my guards but if I did, he would
be my first choice.
So, that night, Jan, the duty guard, and I entered Wilhem's
bedchamber. I told him that our intention was to behave like lovers but
we'd be telling him what we were doing. He was encouraged to ask questions
and participate as much as he liked. I started by pulling Jan to me,
wrapping my arms around him, and deeply kissing him. I then turned to our
student and explained French kissing. He was very interested and wanted to
try, so I bent down and started with a dry kiss. I then ran my tongue
between his lips and he willingly opened for me. Before long, he was
eagerly dueling with my tongue. His night shirt tented up to show how much
he was enjoying himself. I then backed off and let Jan have a turn. At
this point, the young king was moaning with pleasure.
Jan and I decided to skip the pleasure of undressing each other and
quickly stripped off our uniforms. Wilhem removed his night shirt, as
well. His penis was standing stiffly out of his crotch and the foreskin
was stretched back halfway off the head. Jan and I were pretty stiff at
this point, as well. Next, I pulled my partner into another embrace and
began licking his neck, chin, and ears. Before I could say anything,
Wilhem said he wanted to feel that, too. Each of us bent down and licked
one side of the boy's neck. We was squirming with pleasure. We chewed his
earlobes and tongued inside his ears. Jan then pushed me back and bent
down to work on one of my nipples. Wilhem was very surprised by this; he
had no idea that a man's nipples could give pleasure. So, we had shown him
another erogenous area on his body.
Next, I explained that the penis and scrotum were very sensitive
and the tongue could make them feel terrific. I showed by licking Jan's
balls and up his shaft. His reactions showed Wilhem how intense the
feeling could be. Naturally, Wilhem wanted to feel that and two men
working on his equipment pushed him over the threshold. His gasping sounds
warned me of what was to come and his shaft jumped before the
ejaculation. I quickly locked my lips around his dick and sank them down to
his base. This unexpected act just as he was shooting made him cry out in
ecstasy. I got a tasty load of boy juice that I savored.
While he caught his breath, Jan and I lay down along side him and
rubbed his body. Jan explained that oral sex is one of the most common
acts between men. Such a thing had never occurred to Wilhem. We watched
him mull it over. Before long, he smiled and sat up, asking to learn more.
His penis had softened for only a few moments and was back up, like a
typical young man's.
This is when Jan began to explain anal intercourse. He explained
the various positions. He explained the prostate and the pleasure from
bottoming. He also showed Wilhem the jar of lubricant we brought and told
him the importance of using it.
Wilhem's eyes bulged at the very idea. Then, as he thought about
it, a look of lust took over. He wanted to watch this. And, I wanted to
show him how. It was Jan's idea that Wilhem prep the two of us. He
started with me. He dipped into the grease and smoothed it over the length
of my thick, eight inch penis. It felt so good that I had to stop him
before he made me shoot. Then, he dipped again for Jan. This was the
awkward part for him. Jan had to talk him through inserting a greased
finger into his anus. Wilhem was reluctant to touch such an "unclean" part
of the body, but once he realized that Jan had cleaned himself out
properly, he poked his finger all the way in. Jan encouraged him to feel
around in there and find the prostate. The sigh from Jan and the look on
his face convinced our student that he was not causing any pain to his
tutor. In fact, Jan got him to insert a second finger and begin a rhythmic
pumping in and out of his ass. Wilhem was enjoying himself but wanted to
witness the actually event, so he withdrew and got out of my way.
This was the high point for me. Here in front of me was a 25 year
old man with broad shoulders, defined muscles, narrow hips, protruding
nipples, a long and thick cock with a foreskin barely covering the head,
and a light coating of blond hair covering his chest and belly. His dick
was standing up against is hard belly and dripping precum in anticipation
being fucked. His legs were in the air and his ass was open for my use. I
leaned down and worked his nipples a bit to heat him up. Wilhem leaned
over and used the new kissing technique he had learned. Our bottom boy was
cranked up.
I asked Wilhem to aim my cock to its mark for me. He willingly
took it in his hand and got close to Jan's hole so he could watch the
entry. As I slipped in past the entry, a look of slight pain crossed Jan's
face and this worried Wilhem. Jan assured him that it passed quickly and
was worth it. As I slid in further, Jan's dick jumped several times and
the precum began oozing out of his slit. Wilhem was reassured. Once I hit
bottom, Jan let out a sigh of pleasure. I slowly withdrew and reentered.
Wilhem was transfixed as he watch my thick cock sliding in and out of an
ass hole. Meanwhile, his hands were brushing over Jan's body. He found an
erect nipple and began playing with it. Jan's moans encouraged him. I
suggested that he begin jacking Jan's dick. In almost no time, it produced
an eruption that blasted over Jan's head. Wilhem was amazed. As I got
closer, I suggested that the boy press his fingers against my perineum, to
feel my orgasm. He was so aroused by sensing me pumping into Jan's ass
that he reached up and gave me a deep-tongued kiss. I was having
difficulty staying up on my knees after such an intense ejaculation. I
teetered and fell onto Jan, bringing Wilhem with me. We landed in a
tangled pile of sweating bodies. Jan and I were trying to catch our
breaths but Wilhem was at the peak of arousal.
He let us know that he wanted to try fucking. We asked or a moment
to calm down. Without saying anything, he dipped into the grease jar and
began massaging my anus. I'm not usually a bottom but I was not going to
deny my young king his desire. In fact, I was pretty excited about being
his first real partner. Jan helped arrange my body to make it easier for
Wilhem. I felt the thin finger work its way into my sphincter. Jan took
hold of the wrist and twisted the finger in my hole. He then began a
pumping rhythm as the boy got me aroused. My cock had been lying across my
upper thigh. It put on a show for this young beginner as it lengthened and
thickened. With the addition of a second finger in my pucker, my cock
began to rise off my belly. Wilhem commented on how much he was enjoying
this erection.
Jan daubed a little lubrication on the boy's penis, not wanting to
bring him to an early ejaculation and guided him between my legs. He
leaned forward with his hands on my chest and looked me directly in the eye
as Jan guided his dick head to my hole. He slowly glided in the greased
entry and I got to enjoy the look of total ecstasy on his face as he felt
his penis enter a tight hole for the first time. When he reached bottom he
exhaled the breath he had been holding and grunted in pleasure. Slowly, he
withdrew and reentered. After about three pump, he howled as his orgasm
overtook him. He sputtered in disappointment as the act was so short. Jan
told him to keep still for a moment. Knowing that youth have a very quick
recovery, he had the boy slowly rock into and out of me less than an inch.
As expected, his penis began to stiffen and he was able to resume the
motion but now he had the warm moisture of his own cum around his organ.
Now he was really able to enjoy himself and I got quite a fucking. Knowing
that I had just shot recently, Jan greased up his hand and helped me reach
approach orgasm. Feeling that young dick pound my ass, seeing the look of
overwhelming pleasure in that face, and having Jan's hand jerk my own
erection pushed me into yet another intense eruption. My muscles'
contraction around Wilhem's cock made him cum, too. Again, we all
collapsed into a sweaty pile.
At the next group meeting, Jan and I warned all the other guards
that our young king had discovered the joys of male sex and they could
anticipate a rampant top posing as a twelve year old. In the next few
weeks, most of our team had the experience of being topped by an early
adolescent. In every case the men found the experience to be an exciting
one.
After a few weeks, Jan found himself due for a session with his
majesty. Rather than the expected fuck session, he found himself giving
advice to the young royal. Wilhem told his confidante that the looks on
the faces of all the guards he had topped made Wilhelm believe that being a
bottom was an exciting action. But, he had serious reservations. Jan
reassure the boy that being fucked could produce great pleasure if he were
properly prepared. On the other hand, it wasn't for everyone. Wilhem
considered this advice and told Jan that he was ready to try. Jan made a
magnanimous gesture and declined the chance to break into the young king
for the first time. As he pointed out, his tool is both thick and long and
would probably be painful for a first time tryer. He asked Wilhelm to
review all the guards he had experienced and remember the one with the
smallest and thinnest penis. Wilhem decided that Istvan was the one. The
two decided that Jan and Istvan would visit Wilhem the next night and break
in the young king. Meanwhile, Jan bottomed for Wilhelm yet again.
Chapter Three - Jan
The young king, our sovereign and charge had taken a liking to me.
From his first time making me cum and my making him cum, young Wilhem
bonded with me. His firsts with me soon included his lesson on
male-to-male sex with me and our commander, Karl. He has had more sexual
episodes with me than with any of he other guards. Since he is only
twelve, his erect penis is not long enough to really massage my prostate so
the sessions are not as rewarding as they could be. Still, I am thrilled
to be chosen and always enjoy giving this handsome young man pleasure.
After a few months of topping his way through the guard patrol,
Wilhem told me that he wanted me to break him in as an anal sex receiver.
I explained that the easiest way to begin being the bottom was to have the
top lie on his back and straddle his loins. That way, the bottom could
control the rate of entry. Knowing that I am large enough to cause him
pain, I suggested that he pick a guard with a smaller endowment. His
choice was Istvan. I have never had sex with the man. Since nothing we do
with our king is left to chance, I had to inspect this choice. When Istvan
heard that he was being considered to take Wilhem's cherry, he was most
willing. I had him strip for me and the captain. With a little help, he
hardened up and showed a well-proportioned but small erection. I judged it
to be slightly less than six inches. The man was also narrow at the hips so
that a small partner could easily kneel with a knee on either side of
him. Having passed that test, we talked him through what would be expected
at the deflowering. This had to go well and Istvan seemed willing and able
to accommodate his young partner.
That night, as usual, the king's valet prepared him for bed and
left the chamber. The duty guard locked all the other doors and let us in
one of the hidden entries. he then returned to his unobtrusive post.
Istvan and I approached the royal bed. Wilhem popped out of bed when he
saw us. The tent in the front of his night shirt told us he was excited to
see us. He ran up and kissed each of us while pulling us to him. After
that greeting, he backed off to watch us undress. His eyes glazed over
with lust at the view. Both Istvan and I were semi hard and our pupil took
each of our penises in a hand and jacked us to stiffness. At this point he
raised his arms in the air, the sign to lift off his night shirt. His
little cock was up at more than a 45 degree angle and bobbing with
anticipation. I did my standard physical greeting: I gently touched the
inside of his knee, ran my fingers up his thigh, across the back of his
balls and down the other thigh. As usual, he shuddered and gave me a broad
smile. Next, he grabbed us by the hand and lead us to the bed.
There, I reviewed the position I was recommending: Istvan would lie
on his back and Wilhem would kneel over his loins and slowly lower himself
down onto Istvan's cock. I warned the boy that a first entry was probably
going to be painful but that it would not last and the pleasure that
followed would be worth it. I urged that he go very slowly and make an
effort to relax as he did. This did not deter his resolution. I also
pointed out that it was important for Istvan's cock to be as hard as
possible so that it would penetrate the tight opening. And, finally, we
should do all we can to get Wilhem's anus lubricated and relaxed.
So, I rolled Wilhem over and did something to him that I don't
think he had ever considered: I rimmed him. This caused such a howl that
the guard came out of his niche to see if everything was all right. Once
he saw what was happening, he smiled knowingly and returned to duty.
Wilhem writhed all over his bed at the feeling. After the initial lapping
at his anus, I began opening it with my tongue. I worked hard to get as
much in as I could so that he would be opened as far as possible. Then, I
rolled him on his back and licked from the anus, across the balls and up to
the tip of his penis. Meanwhile, Istvan was deep kissing the boy and
playing with his nipples.
The next step in preparing the boy was fingering him with grease.
I started with my little finger to get him open just a bit. Wilhem was
fighting me and we needed to work on relaxing. At last, I was able to gain
entry. After some twisting and sliding, Wilhem admitted that it began to
feel good. My middle finger was next. This went in easier. And, part way
in, I found the prostate. That got my charge writhing again. He was
beginning to appreciate the joy of bottoming. After working a second finger
in and getting a full back and forth rhythm going, it was time to move on.
I asked Wilhem if he wanted to get Istvan to peak hardness or if he
wanted me to do it. It was no surprise that he chose to do it himself.
The months he had spent playing with the palace guards had improved his
technique from that first night he battered me. He rolled Istvan onto his
back and got on his knees between Istvan's thighs. With a hand tweaking
each nipple, he reached down and tongued Istvan's balls. He worked his way
up the shaft and then ran the tip around Istvan's dick head. The little
expert knew what he was doing and he had precum dribbling out of Istvan's
slit in no time. Finally, he dipped into the grease jar and got his
partner's pole slippery. I couldn't have done better myself.
Like an experienced player, Wilhem climbed over Istvan's thighs and
positioned himself over his crotch. I scurried up and knelt behind him. I
gave his ass crack a swipe with the tip of my cock as a send off and
reached around the boy to hug him. Istvan was rubbing up and down the
boy's thighs as encouragement. Wilhem took hold of the cock below him and
pointed the head to his opening. As he put downward pressure on Istvan's
cockhead, I rubbed his nipples with my thumbs and licked his neck in an
effort to relax him. We knew from the gasping intake of breath when his
anus was broached. I hugged him tight and told him to pause. He gasped
that we had been right about the pain.
But, before long, he renewed his descent. Gradually I could feel
his body get closer and closer to Istvan's loins until a bit of a jolt told
me he had hit bottom. After a few moments pause, Wilhem began to rise very
slowly, then he slowly reversed. Each repeat came a little faster. I saw
a look of pleasure on Istvan's face turn to concentration as he fought to
keep from cumming too quickly. I reached down and found that Wilhem's dick
was hard and producing lots of precum; he must have been enjoying the
prostate massage. I felt his hand covering mine and encouraging that
up-and-down stroke. Istvan took that as a signal and announced that he was
ready to shoot. From my position, I could feel his hips rise to push
further into Wilhem's ass. Then came the body spasms and gasps as the
guard unloaded into the young king's chute. Wilhem excitedly said that he
felt that and quickly began unloading, himself. This youngster shot two or
three volleys that went way over Istvan's head. The next few landed on his
chest. I held him in place for a moment and the whispered to rise up
slowly. Once detached, Wilhem rolled over next to Istvan and showed us an
ear-to-ear smile. I took the bed towel and wiped him off. We each bent
down to give him a quick kiss, gathered out clothes, and left the room. I
suspect that he was asleep before we reached the door. The duty guard gave
us a broad smile and wink as he let us out.
Based on the daily reports in the guard room, our student
appreciated learning how to bottom as much as he had appreciated learning
how to top. It appeared that Wilhem based his choice of position on the
size of that night's guard's equipment. He was tender enough to stick to
smaller cocks for awhile. Next, he chose to have his partner enter him in
the missionary position.
Before too long, he asked me to mount him to see if he could take
it. With proper preparation and his eager attitude, I suspected that the
young man passed that test easily. As usual, I entered his chambers after
the valet had left for the night. Wilhem was eager to see me and his face
lit up as he saw me approach. He jumped out of bed and stuck his tongue
into my mouth at the same time he pawed at my crotch. I was erect in no
time. He was impatient for me to get undressed. His nightshirt came off
in a flash and he lay back on his bed watching me disrobe while playing
with himself. It was a very erotic view for me, this sexually excited
young man looking at me with lust filled eyes. As soon as I could, I was
lying on top of him, making out. We kissed, nibbled, tweaked, and humped
for some time. Then Wilhem pushed me onto my back and licked his way down
my chest, pausing at each nipple. After, he licked my sac, then ran his
tongue up my shaft and then ran it under my foreskin all around my corona.
I was impressed with his technique, yet again.
Then, it was my turn to do the same for him. When I got to the tip
of you penis, I found the head glistening with precum. I enjoyed the taste
before taking the whole shaft into my mouth. Wilhem humped up into my
mouth to try to get deeper. Before I made him shoot, I licked my way back
down his pole, sucked on his balls for a while and then pushed his legs
into the air and gave him a serious rimming. Wilhem had become more vocal
over the months and gave me real encouragement. I am sure that the guard
on duty was enjoying the show. Once the hole was loosened by my tongue, I
greased my fingers and got the anus to relax even more.
When he had had enough, Wilhem told me it was time for the real
thing. I asked what position he wanted, expecting the initial one where he
could ease himself down on my girth and length. But he wanted in lying on
his back, facing me. I was pleased to oblige. He lay back with his hands
behind his head, his heels near his butt and his knees spread wide. What a
view! The boy was beginning to broaden out at the shoulders so there was
the hint of a triangular torso. His belly was tight and his pecs were
showing some development. On his chest, those nipples that had been puffy
mounds in early adolescence were now tight and erect. The patch of hair
above his cock had thickened and was just starting its climb to his navel.
There was some hair around his balls and along his perinium. His biceps
were adding dimension to his arms. He had tufts of curly hair in each arm
pit but they were matted down with perspiration. Most inviting of all was
his expression. His lips were parted, his nostrils flared, and his
sparkling blue eyes were clouded with lust.
I lifted his legs over my shoulders. The glint in his eyes told me
he was really looking forward to this. I greased up, using extra to help
make a painless entry, and aimed my dick at his hole. As soon as I
asserted a little pressure, the kid pushed up with his hips and forced me
to pop right in. After a momentary pained expression, he continued the
upward movement and I slid in until my balls were pressed against his tail
bone. That is when I took over and began my withdrawal, then reentry.
Wilhem's head was rolling from side to side and he was kicking my butt with
his heels in his euphoria. His hole was so tight on my thick member that I
had trouble not shooting too soon. As the pace got quicker and I was
really slamming into his ass. Suddenly he let out a loud moan and had a
handsfree ejaculation. That pushed me over the edge and I filled him with
all the sperm I could muster. Afterward, I stayed in him. He reached up
and gave me a passionate kiss. Slowly, I withdrew, making him moan the
whole duration. After such a performance, I collapsed onto Wilhem's
body. As I nearly dozed, he pushed me off and reached for the bed towel.
For the first time, the king wiped the sweat and cum off my body before
cleaning himself. I guess I had really pleased him. Then, to my surprise,
he asked me to stay in bed with him. I did until he was sound asleep and
then slipped out. It would not have been proper to have the morning staff
find a guard in the king's bed.
On his own, Wilhelm figured that a three way with him in the middle
would be fun. He asked me and another guard named Serge to participate.
Obviously he had been giving this a lot of thought because he choreographed
the entire thing. What surprised me was the variety he devised. He
started with me on my belly. He mounted me and then had Serge mount him.
Things were growing to a climax when he called for a pause and we
disconnected. Next, he had Serge on his back with his ass at the edge of
the bed and his legs up in the air. Wilhem mounted him and then I gave him
a standing fuck. This way, Wilhem could look in Serge's ice-blue eyes,
kiss him, rub his nicely defined pectorals and abdominals, tweak his
nipples, and play with his hard cock. And, I could nibble his neck and
play with his nipples while I watched what Wilhem was doing. I have to
admit that I really enjoyed watching a full grown man bottoming for a boy
and having the kid's actions turn him on. The double sensation of being a
middleman made Wilhem pop before too long. The feel of his ass muscles
contacting sent me over the top. Wilhem jacked Serge faster as his orgasm
approached and had him shooting at almost the same time. I was very
impressed at what a hot session my friend had organized.
Chapter Four - The Young King, Again
I don't know about my uncle and father or my ancestors, but I
certainly have enjoyed being guarded in the palace. Every member of my
personal protectors is handsome, masculine, and available. I cannot
imagine a better introduction to the world of sex than I have had. Every
afternoon, just before I begin to prepare for dinner, the guard changes.
Then, I can tell the retiring officer what my desires are for that evening.
When the valets have finished preparing me for bed and leave, my requested
partner or partners arrives.
It had been nearly two years since I began enjoying the members of
the watch staff, when I began to sense the personalities of its members. I
already felt very fond of Captain Karl and Jan. But, the others were
merely sex toys at first. Then, as I got more used to my evening
activities, I realized the differences among them. Some were eager to
please, some seemed actually fond of me, and some were doing as told. In
this last group were some of the biggest and most handsome. They seemed to
feel it was below them to service me but did not complain or refuse because
this detail is so desirable. The worst was the biggest: Horst. He acted
as if he was doing me a favor without actually saying it. The few times I
had had a threesome with him, he showed no respect to his fellow guard.
This bothered me.
So, I decided that I would do something about it. I requested
Horst and Istvan together one night. They arrived and Horst reinforced my
perception of him. He actually patted Istvan on the head as the
approached. I couldn't abide this disrespect and was convinced that my
plot was the right thing to do. As they stood by my bed, I ordered the
night guard to leave his niche so that he could watch the goings on this
evening. Then, I had Istvan quickly strip while Horst removed my
nightshirt. Istvan then joined my on the bed and I told Horst to do a slow
strip for us. I caught a quick glare aimed at Istvan but he obeyed.
The jacket and shirt came off first. Horst is well over six feet
tall and built like an ox. He truly was handsome with a very strong jaw
and huge neck. His chest and shoulders are broad and his waist is nearly
as broad. His belly is strongly muscles and his pectorals are huge. His
whole trunk is covered with lots of dark brown hair. Once the pants were
gone, he showed a set of very large balls in a low sack. His cock was
thick but shrunken; obviously, he was not being turned on by giving a show
to Istvan or the night guard. I had him slowly turn around so we could see
his massive buttocks and thighs. He really was a magnificent piece of
manhood.
While the strip show was going on, I had Istvan lubricating me so
that I could take that big man up my ass. As much as I had a problem with
his attitude, he was an excellent sex toy and I planned to enjoy his
attributes first thing. I called Horst up onto the bed and had Istvan suck
him into erection. It didn't take long. That cock seemed as thick as my
wrist and nearly a foot long. I'd had him fuck me before and knew that I
could take him, just barely. Next, I had him well greased to that I
wouldn't get hurt on entry. As I raised my legs around Horst, he gave a
smile that smacked of arrogance. I let it pass, knowing that revenge would
be mine later.
We got into position and I had Istvan do the aiming. Horst entered
slowly and I got over the initial pain and began to enjoy the full feeling
even before he began to hump me. As he got into his rhythm, I told Istvan
to slap those big buttocks and get him to fuck me harder and faster. Horst
did as he was told and gave me a ride to remember. The smacks on his ass
cheeks echoed around my chamber. I was sure that I'd see a bright red
backside after Istvan's swats. Horst rode me so hard that he pushed me
across the bed. Before long he was grunting and sweat was splattering down
on me. Even though it was customary for my partners to await my signal
before cumming, Horst was driven to such a frenzy that he began to spurt in
me without my leave. His head flew back and he bellowed like a bull. This
show of virile power triggered a powerful orgasm from me, too.
As he began to collapse down on me, I told him to roll over onto
his back next to me. His hair was matted to his head and body from his
exertion. While he was still gasping for breath, I told him to raise his
legs into the air. Horst never liked being a bottom for the first time
ever, he actually gave ME one of his withering glares, but only for a brief
moment. Then he regained his composure. As he raised his legs, they shook
with exhaustion. That is when I rammed three greased fingers into his
anus. I watched him bite his lip to keep from letting us know of his
discomfort. While digging deep into his chute, I looked down; I was right
that his bottom was red and I could feel the warmth it was radiating.
While Horst' chest was still heaving, I had him slide down to the
edge of my bed. Again, I had him raise his legs and I guided Istvan
between his legs. This time the quick glance I caught was Istvan's look of
pleasure at the turn of events. I also looked over into the corner of the
room and saw a grin on the night guard's face. Istvan sensed my wishes and
gave Horst a long, slow fuck. When he finally shot, I had recovered and I
took his place between those powerful thighs. Being my second orgasm, it
took me awhile to shoot. By this time, Horst had been bottoming for quite
some time. He remembered his role and made comments about how good I was
making him feel but they lacked believability. When I was done, I gave
Istvan a kiss and thanked both men for an enjoyable session, knowing that
one of us did not feel the same.
In any event, I knew that between Istvan and the night guard,
everyone in their detachment would know of Horst's comeuppance by the next
day. I then had Karl transfer Horst out of the palace guard unit. Never
again did any guard show and arrogance or condescension to another guard.
By the time I was sixteen, I had begun to yearn for experiences
beyond the same twenty partners I had been enjoying these four years. Our
legal system required that our subjects pay their taxes without excuse.
Everyone owed a head tax and then landowners paid additional tax based on
the size of their holdings. Knowing that farmers can have good and bad
years, there was leniency built into the system. A farmer could postpone
payment but had to pay an interest charge. If the debt became larger than
the value of his holdings , a magistrate could order the property seized by
the crown and the debt reduced by the value of the land. The non-payer
would then be sentenced to debtors' prison along with all non-property
holders who were significantly in arrears. Every month that they sit in
prison takes a set amount off their debt.
There is also a plan where debtors can volunteer to work at
physical labor. The crown, the church, the city, or private business men
can hire laborers out of the debtors' prison. Every day of work reduces
the men's debt by much more than happens when they sit in the cells. As a
result, virtually all able bodied men work every day. Those doing the
hiring pay wages to the debtor's account, not to the debtor. To our
credit, the accounting is fair and open. All inmates know how much more
they owe, how fast they are paying the debt down, and when they can expect
to be released.
All the unskilled construction and maintenance work on the palace
is done by these workmen. I grew up seeing gangs of these men around me.
As I became more sexually aware, I began to notice how many of these men
were muscular and handsome. So, after beginning to feel that I had
experienced all the new pleasures that the palace guards could offer, I
began to dwell on the handsome debtors.
I have a large allowance for my personal use and figured that I
could hire some of these debtors and pay them enough to make it worth their
while to participate in a sexual activity they might not otherwise
consider. So, I worked out a plan and approached Captain Karl.
Chapter Five - The Captain, Again
Our young king grew right before us. We began his sexual education
when he was twelve and by sixteen, he had changed considerably. He had his
growth spurt and was six feet tall. His shoulders and chest had begun to
broaden but had not achieved adult proportions. His hips had narrowed and
his legs lengthen. His pubic hair was now a full nest encircling his cock
and balls which have both enlarged considerably. The hair had grown in to
a trail from the pubic bush to just above the navel. And, he had begun a
patch between his nipples. We were definitely working with a man, not an
adolescent anymore.
One day Wilhem approached me with a surprising proposal: He wanted
to expand his evening activities to include some inmates of the debtors'
prison. As each impediment entered my mind, he came up with a solution. I
was duly impressed with his planning skills. Since these captives have not
committed a crime, the assumption is that they are not dangerous. Still,
he thought that two royal guards should be in the room at all times. The
meetings would be held in a warden's apartment of the prison so that none
of the men would enter the palace. His identity would be secret. To avoid
any hint of royal connection, our guards would be dressed in wardens'
uniforms. The men would be approached openly and not coerced into being
his sex toys. In a secure room of the prison, there would be a bathing
station to prepare the men for their task. The fee would be sizable enough
to convince men to participate but not so large that it would be
extravagant. Finally, Wilhem wanted to reward the men who participated
more than reluctantly with a small cash purse to be paid them when they
were released from their debts. It all sounded acceptable to me. I wasn't
sure that any inmates would be willing to submit to another man's desires
but if this failed, it would be a lesson to the young king. If it
succeeded, he was in for some interesting evenings.
I made arrangements with the prison staff. I also called on two
retired members of the royal guard who were known to have an interest in
men and hired them as bathers. They were delighted with both the income
and the other benefits.
Once everything was in place, the interviews were to be held.
Chapter Six - The Debtor
I was the youngest of three sons. My parents ran a small farm and
we lived well, most of the time. There were lean years but we never
starved. The problem was that there was nothing for my father to give me
on my maturity so I was on my own when I reached eighteen. I worked hard
for a variety of employers and by the time I was twenty-three, I had enough
money to buy a small farm. The first three years had perfect weather for
crops. I was able to save up enough to get married. Then, we had three
years with less rain and more heat than normal. Farmers with good
locations were able to survive but I quickly found out why I could afford
my farm. The soil was very porous and dried out faster than most. And I
was not near any source of water I could use for irrigation. By the end of
three years, I was so far in debt that the crown foreclosed on my farm. It
was sold for a pittance and the remainder of my liability would have to be
paid in the kingdom's debtor system. My wife returned to her father and I
entered prison. Being young and strong, I was able to work quite regularly
and hoped to reduce my account in eighteen months.
One evening near the end of my stay, I was called out of the
dormitory. A warden I did not recognize brought me into an office. He
knew my name and how much I had left on my debt. He said that he had an
employer who was willing to pay off the remainder of my reckoning. This
struck me as most unusual. I had never had employment discussed with me.
The system was that anyone willing to work joined a detail and went on
whatever job was paying.
The officer told me that it was a personal service I would be
providing and asked if I was still interested. The amount of payment was
so much that I couldn't flatly refuse so I asked what kind of service was
expected. That is when I found that it was to be a sexual partner to a man.
In the village where I grew up, the boys often played around together so I
had a little experience but that was in my teens. I had seen other inmates
pleasing each other but I hadn't participated. I was really torn between
the chance for an early discharge and this activity that I did not really
fancy. To stall for time, I brought up my concern over my reputation. I
was assured that the employer had the same concern and would certainly not
be talking about it with anyone. The officer also shared that he, himself,
had performed this same role for this same employer and could attest that I
would not be abused or belittled. The choice was weeks more hard labor or
a few hours of unpleasantness. I accepted.
I was told not to volunteer for outside labor the next day and that
I would be summoned in the afternoon. As expected, I was collected and
taken to a wing of the prison I had never seen. There, I was escorted into
a room with two older men and a tub of hot water. These two attendants
looked to be in their fifties. They wore only waist cloths. They appeared
to have been in good shape but aging. They had me strip off all I was
wearing. We do not often appear naked in front of others so I paused.
They pointed out that the employment I had accepted meant that I had no
place for modesty. They were right, so I undressed.
The first thing they did surprised me. It gave me a premonition of
what awaited me later. They greased my ass and inserted a pipe. Then they
poured warm water into me and told me to hold it in as long as I could.
Then, they had me relieve myself in a chamber pot. They did this a second
time and seemed pleased with how clean I was. I had not expected anal
action and thought of leaving but renewed my determination to get released
the next day.
Next, they soaped down every bit of my body. I am quite hairy so
there was a lot to wash. These men were obviously enjoying themselves and
gave me a very relaxing rubdown, paying particular attention to my ass and
crotch. One of them was scrubbing my pubic hair when the other inserted
his finger under my foreskin and cleaned all around my dickhead. At this
point I began to get aroused. This sparked even more rubbing but now
without the cleaning cloths. As their hands ran over every bit of my body,
their waist cloths tented out to show how much they were enjoying their
work. I got more and more excited until one of them called for a halt
before I climaxed. I was to save myself for the employer. So, they dried
me and handed me a suit of new clothes that were better than anything I had
ever worn. While I was dressing, they turned their attention to themselves
and masturbated each other.
When I was dressed and they were done with their playing, I was
told to sit in the corner while they cleaned up the room. And, there I sat
for several hours. Finally, two prison guards I did not recognize escorted
me to another room nearby. This one was sparsely furnished with a table,
three chairs, a bed, and a bath stand. We all stood in silence.
Very shortly after, the door opened an a well dressed young man
entered. I guessed him to be about eighteen years old. This surprised me.
I was expecting a lecherous older type. He was well dressed and had soot
covering his face from the tip of his nose to his eyebrows. That was a
frightening sight but it effectively hid his appearance so that I certainly
would not be able to recognize him if I ever saw him again. His hands
showed that he obviously did no physical labor. The guards remained in the
room, which made me feel uncomfortable. I was uncertain enough about what
I was about to do without the added humiliation of two guards witnessing my
actions. Nonetheless, it was my employer's option to set the conditions.
The young man sat down on the bed and signaled me over to stand
between his knees. He told me that he hoped that I would enjoy myself that
evening and that he intended it to be pleasurable for both of us. Then, he
reached up and felt my chest through my clothing. He complemented me on my
physique as he then felt my arms and my stomach. Between my farm work and
all the debtor labor I had recently done, my muscles were well defined.
Then, his hand went lower and I got a jolt as he cradled my basket. He
snickered and reminded me that he had no intention of hurting me. Still, I
was not used to such intimate contact and found it startling, not arousing.
Next, he removed my jacket and pulled my shirt over my head. I could see
the look of appreciation in his eyes as he looked me over. He reached up
and gently pinched on of my nipples. The result was unexpected. I had
never thought of them as sources of sexual pleasure but this contact caused
a bit of arousal in my crotch. Next, my hirer undid my pants and lowered
them to my ankles. Between the stimulation from my bath and the pleasure
from my nipples, my cock was full but not hard. He was obviously pleased
with what he saw. He very gently ran his finger tips down the underside of
my shaft and that made it stiffen. As he continued, my member began to
rise towards horizontal. I never expected that I was going to react this
way. His other hand gave the same light touch to my balls. This man
really knew how to excite another man.
Once I was at full staff, he stopped and told me to finish
undressing. As I did, he removed his own clothes, as well. There we were,
two stimulated men facing each other. He had a good body for a
non-laborer. His muscles were tight but not bulging. He had a large,
stiff cock which caused me some concern. His skin was pale but he had some
chest hair that contrasted with it. After a moment of looking each other
over, he took my hand and wrapped it around his erection. Following the
lead he had shown me earlier, I gently ran my fist up and down his shaft.
He moaned and the look on his face told me I was doing well. On my own, I
reached up and cupped his ball sack. He seemed to like that, also. That
was when the most uncomfortable thing so far happened: he pulled my head
towards his and kissed me. His tongue went between my lips and I found
myself in an intimate embrace. Reminding myself of my resolve to go
through with this and get my release, I reciprocated and dueled with his
tongue. Meanwhile, his other hand had found my nipple and was exerting a
bit more pressure which I found most stimulating.
Next came one of the things I feared most: my boss put a hand on my
shoulder and pushed me down on my knees. His intent was obvious but I
didn't know if I could suck his dick. He kindly told me to start by
licking his shaft and then the head. Next, he had me roll my lips around
my teeth and take his member into my mouth. I went down quickly and began
to gag. He withdrew and said I didn't need to take so much, that a few
inches would feel good to him. So, I licked the underside of his cock some
more and then took just the head into my mouth. Remembering how good the
bather's finger had felt under my foreskin, I did the same with my tongue.
I felt his dick stiffen and heard him moan. Some liquid oozed out of the
slit and I tasted it. It didn't have a strong taste at all. Then, I went
further down the shaft until the head nearly touched the back of my throat
and withdrew. This seemed to really please him. Soon, he held my head in
place and began humping my mouth. He went faster and faster as my jaw got
more and more tired. Finally, he withdrew with a loud sigh. That is when
he reached down to pull me up to my feet and guide me to the bed.
I lay down lengthwise as he sat on the edge, near my hips. I was
not expecting to be serviced but this young man had been serious about this
being pleasurable for us both and he leaned down to give me oral sex. I
had compared our penises as I held them in my hands. They were both about
the same eight inches but mine was considerably thicker. Still, that did
not stop him. First, he licked my balls and cock all over, then he went
down on my shaft. He must have been experienced because he was able to
swallow the whole thing. I was enraptured. The feel was better than I
could have imagined. As he withdrew and descended again and again, I got
more aroused. Finally I had to stop him. That is when he gave me another
surprise: He tongued my balls for awhile before raising my legs in the air.
That is when he went at my anus with his tongue. I nearly bellowed. He
was obviously pleased with my reaction and laved over the area before
poking his tongue into the opening, itself. I had no idea people did that
or that it could be so gratifying. After having me writhe around on the
bed for a long while, he stopped.
Taking my dripping cock in his hand, he ran this thumb across the
drop gathered at the slip and ran it over my cockhead. As I was enjoying
this new delight, he looked me in the eye and said that he wanted to fuck
me. I told him that I was expecting that but not looking forward to it. I
then added that he had been so tender with me, I figured that the anal sex
would not be as bad as I had feared. This brought a smile to his face and
he bent down to kiss me. He said that he would do his best but the initial
entry is usually painful, if only for a short time. He said I should try
to relax and he would not force himself in me. He took a large amount of
some kind of grease and applied it to my anus. With just a little
pressure, a finger went in where his tongue had been. Like the tongue,
this felt good. As promised, my sex partner was gentle as he pushed in
deeper and deeper. I felt his finger rotate and then I got an unexpected
jolt as he hit what he told me was my prostate. My dick jumped and I
watched a gob of precum discharge from my slit and drip onto my belly.
Next came more fingers and a pistoning cadence. This was more gratifying
than I had ever expected.
When my master decided that I was loose and smooth enough to enter,
he lubricated his own manhood and climbed onto the bed between my thighs.
With a light touch, he raised my legs until my calves were on his
shoulders. While staring into my eyes with a libidinous look, he ran his
fingers along my ass crack to reassure himself that I was fully lubricated.
The result was yet another jolt of pleasure for me.
This was the act I feared most. Partly because I knew there were
two guards watching me take a man up my ass and partly because I
anticipated a great deal of pain. Nothing could alleviate the first
problem buy my boss did his best to make entry as painless as possible. I
was loosened up and slick enough that his pressure opened my portal to let
his head in without great pain. The relaxing of my facial expression clued
my master to begin the slow ascent up my chute. The feeling was amazing.
Then came that wave of delight as he hit my prostate. His length was fully
in me, his hips were pressed against my ass, his balls bounced off my
tailbone.
As this fucker began to pump in and out of me, we locked eyes and
both gained increasing pleasure. Eventually, I was getting a brutal
battering but found that I really enjoyed it. My cock had softened out of
fear of penetration but it was rigid, again. The teen's face showed
growing ecstasy and he reached for my cock and masturbated me as he
continued to hump me. It was all I could take and I erupted over my face
and chest. I guess he felt this orgasm and it pushed him into his own
explosion. As I had done so often with my wife, he drove himself into me
as deeply as he could and bounced against my loins. As he calmed down, he
began to withdraw. I felt him leaving me and I got a feeling of emptiness.
Once out, he collapsed onto me and our sweaty bodies were locked in place
by my arms and legs. As we caught out breaths, we locked into a long kiss.
My partner then slid off me and we both sank into a deep sleep.
The next thing I knew, one of the guards was shaking my bedmate. I
could see light coming around the window shutters. He got up and used the
chamber pot, signaling me to follow him. We then returned to the bed and
our hands began exploring each others body. Quickly we were both erect and
we jerked each other to a second load.
My employer then got out of bed, wrapped himself in a blanket and
kissed me. He thanked me, wished me well, and left the room, never to be
identified or seen again. The guards then pointed out a basin of water for
me to use. Once I was cleaned up and dressed in the new clothes, I was led
to the prison office where the paper work was ready for my release. There
was one more surprise for me when I was given my papers and a purse with
enough coins for me to get my life restarted. That is when I really wished
I knew the name of my benefactor and asked the prison officials to thank
him for me.
As pleasurable as my night of male sex was, I returned to my wife
and my life of sex only with her.
Chapter Seven - The King, Yet Again
My plan to hire debtors worked as well as I had hoped. The offer
of reduced debt proved irresistible. Very few men refused. Also, very few
of my hires did not earn the extra purse I gave for good service. I
suspect that a respectful attitude on my part paid me back with responsive
partners. I enjoyed these prison trysts a few times a month for two years.
Then, I turned 18 and took over the throne from my uncle. My
private time nearly disappeared and my official duties took up most of my
day and evening. While I was obliged to marry to produce heirs, I was
still interested in men and my guard detachment continued to meet my sexual
needs but the prison program had to end. So be it.